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May 2016
bipolar, brass knuckle baby,
pretty eyed prince of el paso:
i've listened to you weep in

and i would wade through that
river of dead women just to feel
closer your grandmother, that
oval faced polaroid girl who knew
her birthright and had the grip
strength to take it.
Written by
coyote  the past
(the past)   
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